How about his one?

Mr. Tipton, expert horticulturist,


B.A. in Botany from Bancroft,


Girls wiggle giggling past his tulips,


Aloof, unruffled by their perfume,


Sets about his planting routinely,





Petticoat rose petals, sunlit maidens,


Unruffled, he scribes in his journal,


Hair ribbons dangling lilac in color,


Briars and thorns next to bare white flesh,


He wonders if they will be careful,





Claire and Amanda in the high phlox,


Pungent beehive nectar saturated air,


Undaunted, he gathers his fork and spade,


Songbird ballad, sunset amber behind silhouettes,


Scientific mind, unflappable, hopes they return tomorrow…

How about his one?
Have you cleverly hidden a meaning in the flowers and colors that you mention here?





I think it's kind of fun. (c:
Reply:COOL
Reply:AN other wonderful one.





I really like it!
Reply:I like it. It paints a picture in time and avoids any of the typical gimmicks.
Reply:Nice poem; but don;t give up your day job.,
Reply:You seem intent upon shortcuts. Do your reading first.
Reply:Very evocative. The Secret Life of "Walter" Tipton.
Reply:I like it.
Reply:Babes and blooms. What's not to like? You good. Maybe TOO good.
Reply:Quite enjoyable...on my third read-through and still pleased. Thanks!